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Interconnectedness
This morning, on my last full day of vacation, on my way to leave my bags in the office of the bed and breakfast where I was staying before I walked about in Santa Fe for the day, I walked back through the breakfast room, where I had eaten an hour before.
To my happy surprise, good friends from home (a former co-worker and his wife, whom I’d just been thinking about because I knew how much they like New Mexico) were there finishing their meal.
We spent much of the day together, until I had to leave to catch the train to Albuquerque to be ready for tomorrow’s early morning flight back home.
It felt a perfect completion of a trip made to study yoga and be in community for the week.
State of the Garden
I woke up sad this morning. I gave a political contribution, sat for meditation, and went out into the garden before going upstairs to work. I’m still sad, but engaged myself in what I was doing for the full day–trying to take care of community and self and be absorbed in what I was doing so that it could be done most fully. My consciousness thus engaged elsewhere, I did not absorb time and energy with my sadness.
